Why oh why do you hate me…

Don’t you just hate it when technology doesn’t do what it’s supposed to? I know I sure do.

I hate it even more when the cause of the problem is PEBKAC: Person between keyboard and computer, namely myself.

So, as it turns out we actually have lectures for LWB141. Well. Crap.

Guess what I didn’t put into my Outlook calendar? Go on, guess.

No, not “toothpaste”. What are you, crazy?

So, I’ve now missed the first two lectures for LWB141, and I’m praying to whatever God is listening that I’ll be able to stream them. Hell, I’ll even accept help from the Flying Spaghetti Monster if it means I get to hear those lectures!

There is a lesson in this kiddies: don’t fill in your calendar that determines where you go and when on two hours sleep. It will end in disaster, and possibly religious salvation. Dangerous.

Josh.

PS. Another lesson I learnt: don’t forget your rather critical workbooks for science or law. It makes things a little difficult

PPS: Yeah, I got the lectures after all that

No brainwashing necessary

Hey everyone!

Tried the middle-rows this week. Was still blasted with cold. So I give up. Jackets are currently being ordered in bulk. Plus jackets hide that hideous bruise on my arm from my ‘needle day’. So annoying that it still hasn’t gone away.

One thing that’s going to take some getting used to: calling lecturers and tutors by their given names. Half the time I’m worried about coming across as too disrespectful; other times I feel like I’m turning into a pompous prude. Must get a grip here, and fast.

This week has focussed a lot on legal history. It’s excellent fun; the content is nice. I enjoy the fact that 141 and 142 complement (and parallel) each other. It makes the content just that much easier to understand. Can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I quite enjoy searching for and reading legislation. Maybe the novelty will wear off, though I hope it doesn’t.

Before I go, can I just say that everyone should read Beowulf. It’s too good not to read. Seriously, read it! No, this uni student is not trying to coerce anyone…

Laters,

Sherry 

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caaaaauught in a laaandslide, nooo escape from reeealityyyy 

My god, I loooove Queen. I also find that Bohemian Rhapsody is a wonderful song to study to, and is just a wonderful song in general

It is one of my greatest wishes to burst into song in the middle of a lecture, and if I sang Queen, people would cheer. Unfortunately, it is a wish, and in reality if I did just this, I would be cast into a fire and would send people running into an abyss. Oh, it would definately break the ice either way, I find lectures to be very dull and tedious indeed. I’d rather be strapped to a rocket and blasted into orbit, circle the globe a couple times, then come back to say hello. However I think it’s much easier to just print out the notes from blackboard.

Parallels between certain lyrics of Bohemian Rhapsody can be made. There is no escape from reality, and in reality, one has to work hard to obtain their various wants. At this point in time, my only wants are a fine pair of slacks, an infinite supply of lemon ice tea and to pass university with relatively good marks. Meagre compared to the rest of the world, but each to his own. 

Oh oh something I would love to do is go up to that girl selling fruit and say, ‘There is a distinct lack, of citrus fruits’. She wouldn’t know what to say.

There are vast amounts of fantastic things I would love to do at university. Wouldn’t it be incredible if I parachuted into Gardens Point for my lecture. Or I organised a massive game of paintball skirmish to be played within the campus. I wouldn’t mind riding into a tute on a musk ox either

Wishful thinking I’m afraid

Tomorrow will mark the ending of a another week of tribulation. Although I would rather be in the Arctic tundra freezing my … off than in a lecture, I am giving into the fact that attending them will actually help. I think what is really driving my resent is the early mornings. The sun is so bright at that time. Every time I walk outside, I burst into flame, fall into a heaping pile of human soot, reform, then collapse under my own gravity.

End.